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Hi guys! Wow! It's March! As promised, here's the second part of Fate- do you like the ending?Also, I'd like to announce that in honor of the release of the live action Beauty and the Beast coming to theaters on March 17th, I'm going to release part one of a three part themed fairytale story! Check back if you want to read it, and, for the other two parts, you'll have to wait and see :).​-Little Lion

Part TwoAll day, I slip my hand into my bag, and touch the binding of the notebook. I won't look inside-not farther than the front page, titled Fate-unless I don't see him on the subway tommorow.I can barely focus on my work the entire day. I don't remember responding to email or texts, filling out paperwork, or conversations with my co-workers. I take the subway back home, scanning the faces of everyone I can see, and craning my neck when I can't. Too many faces.None are his. I unlock my apartment, and rattle my keys.The meow that greets me is enough for me to smile. “Hey there, sweetheart. How ya doin’?”She runs up against my legs, purring audibly. I set my bag and keys on the counter, and go for the can opener-Sadie is crazy for the stuff out of a can. She runs to her food bowl, and I carry the can over, grabbing a spoon as I go. “Here ya go, Sadie. Enjoy.”As she chows down, I pull open the fridge, and stare at the takeout containers looking back at me. Pizza. I know I have pizza somewhere. I open containers until I find the hamburger and bacon leftovers from Louie’s, and take the container to the couch. Cold pizza for dinner: a typical dinner around here, one that rotates with Chinese, burgers, chicken, and tacosSadie jumps up, and circles around my feet before laying down, and I nudge her after a while so my feet can wake up.I click the TV off, and plug my phone in. “Goodnight, Sadie.”I shut my bedroom door, and change clothes, brush my teeth, and wash my makeup off before setting an alarm to do it all again tommorow.The alarm is too loud the next morning, but when the notebook plops into my head, I'm jumping up, and racing to get ready. I feed Sadie again, and grab my keys and bag.“Bye, Sadie!”She meows in reply, and I lock the door behind me. I check my watch as I head for the subway tunnel. 9:20.I'm a bit early, but that's because I want to see if I can find him on the platform. The squealing of brakes, chatter of people on their cell phones, and elbows and knees are what greet me as I wait for my train. He’s not in the crowd, unless he's behind me. 9:24.The train whooshes to a stop, and the doors open, admitting and releasing. I step inside the car, and stop dead as I lock eyes with him. Grey eyes. People push past me, breaking eye contact, and I push my way over to where I saw him-He's waiting for me.He pulls on the cuff of his jacket as words come out of his mouth, but they get drowned out by the announcer, the same old man as yesterday, over the aged speakers. “What?”I pull out the notebook as he repeats, “I think I left my-”I hand it over, and his eyes sparkle, the edges crinkling as he grins. “Do you have time for coffee?”“Now?”“At the next stop.”We both say “Sixty-ninth Street" at the same moment.“Yes! I know a hole in the wall café that has an excellent-”He cuts off, and fingers the corners of the notebook. “You didn't have to give this back to me. Thank you, ah-what was your name?”“I didn't give it.”He runs the back of his neck, his eyes darting down. “Well, would-would you-”“Dessa.”“Huh?”He looks up, locking eyes with me again. “Dessa. Dessa Taylor.”His smile is back, and my knees go weak.He holds out his hand, and I shake it. “Hi, Dessa. I'm Jake, Jake Blanset.”“What kind of a name is that?”“Blanset? I-I don't remember, actually. Mom has probably lectured me on it a billion times.”I smile, and the old man comes over the speaker again to announce Sixty-Ninth Street. He catches hold of my arm, and we walk out together. The coffee is as good as he says, even better, in fact, and we talk all the way to my office.I feel like I've known him for years, and he says as much-it quickly passes, though, and we continue on with our debate over cats versus dogs. I have Sadie; he has a black lab, named Peanut Butter. He promises to tell me how he named him next time we meet. We exchange numbers, sending a quick text to check we have them right before he has to get to work. So do I. I go up to my office, and, as I'm hanging my jacket up, I realize that I never looked past the front page, titled Fate.All the more reason for me to meet him tomorrow at the station. I smile, and check my phone as it buzzes. He's said:Dessa, I can't wait to see you until tomorrow. We on for coffee again?I reply:Only if there’s muffins involved.I wait for his reply, anxious to see my phone light up. Chocolate chip? On me.Deal.

So, was it Fate that Dessa found the notebook? Or was it Fate that Jake left it for her to find?

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